1/8/11

The snow descends in silent revelry,

And fills the air with opaque haziness.

It settles on the dwellings and the trees,

Enclosing all expectant surfaces.

It's calming hands caress the empty streets,

Restricting all our harried busyness,

Like nursing fingers tucking linen sheets,

And sending us to sleep with gentle kiss.

With calm concern, it urges we must stay,

And know, for this short time, we won't be missed.

The worried world can wait another day.

For now, the skies provision nothingness.